User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190921020514

OOC: Wrackfur's thread. @Maeus

The flickering light of a dying fire leapt and danced around the vermin who sat nearby. Ugly, cruel faces illuminated by the firelight grinned twisted grins as the smell of roasting bird drifted upon a cloud of smoke.

An ocelot and a weasel sat side by side. The ocelot leaned over and whispered into her companian's ear. "C'n I have some bird?"